Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and the streetlights flickered outside, an old Exxon station in New England became home to a strange phenomenon. A regular customer noticed that every Tuesday, just after midnight, the air would fill with the scent of freshly baked cookies. Curious locals began stopping by on Tuesdays, hoping for another whiff of those delectable cookies. One evening, a delivery driver even left his truck running too long, filling the entire neighborhood with cookie aroma—causing everyone to believe he was baking them himself! The old Exxon station eventually became known as ‘Cookie Corner,’ and although no one ever saw anyone actually baking anything, it remained a quirky local landmark.

2. At dawn, when most drivers were still dreaming of their morning commute, a delivery driver pulled up to Exxon with an unusual request. He asked the attendant if he could fill his truck with gasoline... backwards. The attendant raised an eyebrow but shrugged and started pumping gas in reverse. As the tank filled, they both watched in amusement when the meter rolled back instead of forward. When it was done, the delivery driver paid, tipped generously, and drove off, leaving behind a smile on the attendant’s face—and a new story for the local coffee shop.

3. At closing time one day, a curious neighbor asked the Exxon attendant: ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures in the mirror while locking up?’ The attendant scratched his head and replied, 'Well, sir, sometimes I do see strange things in that old mirror—like a shadowy figure waving a credit card!' The neighbor laughed heartily, and they both agreed it must be just their imagination playing tricks on them after a long shift. As the door closed behind him, the neighbor turned to his friend and said, 'Guess we'll never know if it's real or not.'

4. At midnight, when the only sound was the soft hum of the pumps, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the rearview mirror. His reflection seemed to change—reflected not just in the glass but in the gas station’s neon sign behind him. Curious, he turned around and saw nothing but an empty parking lot. Just as he shrugged it off, the neon sign flickered and spelled out ‘Welcome Home, Delivery Driver.’ Startled, he looked up and realized with a smile that it was simply his own reflection playing tricks on him. From then on, whenever anyone asked if he’d seen anything strange, he winked and said, ‘Only my friendly neighborhood gas station.’